[ a roll of her eyes--not exactly at texas, but, ] Any sex club worth their salt should be able to get their hands on one. [ or, well, maybe not exactly. but this is some silly interdimensional kidnapping hedonist casino sex club or whatever, so she's not going to try to make much common sense out of it. anyway it's not as if she herself makes a habit of purchasing dicks when she's more concerned with, say, killing for hire or search-and-destroy missions or considering what to do about the matter of homeland.

she's a busy woman, or maybe she barely is. but if she's truly stuck here for the time being, she supposes she has time.

her hand goes to take texas' chin in her grip; her claws are sheathed by the black opera gloves she wears, but regardless there's hint of sharpness to her fingertips as her eyes near glow and she steps into texas' personal bubble, her tail stiff behind her, the demeanor of an alpha wolf just about daring texas to challenge her. ]

Now if you're an annoyed little pup, recall that chance dealt you that unlucky card for you to submit to me.

The only question is if you'll even be good at it. [ her grin baring fangs, the sharp of a beast's smile. ]